Style (stan x kyle) dude you're not a failure..

35-sent away

I pulled a very wobbly Stan into the bathroom

"Stan."

"Kyleeee." He smiled

"Stan, I can't.. I can't help you anymore. You need help from professionals.. this has gone to far. I shouldn't have let it get to this point" I sighed thinking hard.

"You've been to Aa meetings, had medicine, gone to rehab and nothings helped"

"Kyleeeeee I saw what you did.." Stan exaggerated with a sad tone, Completely ignoring my concern

He sounds like a little kid.

"Huh? I didn't do anything" I replied confused

"Actually he kind of looks like me.. what the hell Kyle ?? I'm the only Stan!"

God he's so stupid and childlike when drunk

"Stan what are you talking about?"

"Kevin..." he sounded distraught

How did he see that??

He must think that..

Ohhh ok

"Stan look at me" I replied calmly

He rubbed his dull blue electric eyes, while making eye contact with me

"Kevin kissed me.. I pushed him and made it clear I didn't like him. I don't know why he did it I think he likes me. I would never cheat on you Stanley. Ever."

Stan smiled

"Sorry for missing your game.."

"That's alright Stan, I'm gonna have to bring you home"

Stan nodded while hanging onto me, I could feel his small sobs in my chest.

Gradually I pulled him up, he was basically half asleep now.

Time skip

Once I arrived at stans, I placed him onto his bed,He was already asleep now

I filled a cup of water and found some medicine for him in the cupboard and placed them on his bedside table.

I walked back downstairs and collapsed onto the sofa..

What am I going to do?

Just then the door unlocked startled I sat up.

"Oh hey Kyle, what are you doing here?" Mrs marsh smiled

"Hey Sharon, we need to talk it's about Stan" I spoke gently

She looked concerned, after closing the door and putting her stuff away she sat down next to me.

This is going to be hard..

Stans Pov

Jesus my throat feels so dry

Water, I need water.

I looked around there was a cup of water on the bedside table

Great, so either Kyle did this or Kenny

I'm so fucked

I missed Kyles game and got blackout drunk again

I took a sip from the glass with slightly shaky hands

I stood up, just barely not falling over

"Fuck my life."

I yawned before heading downstairs.

I reached the last step and looked up.

"What the fuck??"

My mum sat with Kyle and kenny

Meanwhile there was two nurses and some professional looking men standing there staring at me

"Um" was all I could sputter out, not having a good feeling

"Stan.." my mum spoke she sounded exhausted

"Sit down" she said once more

"Ky what's going on?" I asked trusting him the most to not lie to me.

He let out a shaky breath

"Stan.. we were talking and we physically can't get you to stop drinking alcohol, I mean nothings helping. You need help from.. professionals. So uh you're going away for a bit" he spoke calmly

"Huh? What? Where am I going?"

They all looked at each other, Kenny finally spoke

"The psych ward"

What the fuck??

"I'm not going there"

One of the professional men spoke up

"You don't have a choice"

motherfucker

"Psych wards are for people, that aren't mentally  stable or aren't trusted to be alone Because they might harm themselves." I spoke

"Alcohol. it's your form of self harm, you can't be trusted In a room alone with alcohol. Alcohol leads to further shit as well Stan you know this." Kyle spoke I could hear the cracks and shakiness in his voice.

"It's time to go" the nurse spoke quietly

"I didn't even pack my stuff.."

"You don't get to we give you stuff."

What the fuck, this is going to be so bad

They headed towards the door, I followed shortly behind still coming to grips with what's happening right now.

"Stan.." a calming voice spoke out

It was Kyle

I couldn't bring myself to look at any of them right now

I put my head down and spoke

"Fuck you all."

Those were my last words to them before I was escorted into the boring white van.

I can't believe this, I mean their supposed to be their for me and help me not ditch me at some hospital.

Was I really that much of an inconvenience?